“You’re going to kill me woman.” He smiles and I gasp for breath.
“Not if you kill me first.”
It’s six o’clock and Joshua and I have had awesome makeup sex for approximately three hours and I’m ready to go to bed to sleep. I haven’t really slept since Sunday when Josh started acting weird. We are both wrapped in towels fresh from bed and yes I feel even closer to him now that we have crossed another hurdle, how is that possible? Joshua is in the kitchen eating everything he can find, because if I know him at all he has hardly eaten since Sunday and it’s now Wednesday. I can hear ice banging in the shaker as he makes another chocolate protein shake, god how does he stomach those things? The keys sound in my door and I turn as Bridget comes in carrying the biggest McDonald’s paper bag in history.
“I bought supplies, chick,” she smiles. Oh shit, this is not going to go down well. I forgot to ring her back. She walks through and puts the bag onto my coffee table.
“Big Mac, extra–large fries and coke and an apple pie for added cellulite.” She puts her hands on her hips and beams at
me, feeling proud of herself. I stand still as Joshua comes around the corner, oblivious, in a towel. Her eyes turn into saucers as she sees him and she turns and scowls at me.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she snaps. I squirm uncomfortably under her glare. She turns to Joshua.
“Get out sleazebag before I tip this coke over your head.” He looks at me and I gently shake my head signifying for him to keep quiet and thankfully he does. “Start talking, Natasha, because you can’t be this gullible. A picture tells a thousand words and the picture me and the rest of the world woke up to this morning was Joshua Stanton doing another stripper.” I bite my lip. This does look bad. Joshua doesn’t like that last comment and folds his arms in front of him as he rests the bottom of his foot against the shin of his other leg while he looks at her deadpan. She glares at him. “Speak asshole!” she yells.
“Not that it’s any of your business what goes on between my girlfriend and me but.”
She cuts him off.
“None of my business. Are you fucking kidding me?” Ok, she’s losing it.
“Calm down, Bridget, it’s ok. He was trying to protect me.” She looks at me like I have just grown another head.
“Seriously, if you pull your psychology shit out now, I am going to frigging kill you. Your boyfriend slept with a cheap stripper last night and you saw the photos and here you are in a towel playing happy families with him. What in the hell is the matter with you?” I wince as I sum up the situation from her perspective. She’s right—this does look bad.
“I didn’t sleep with her,” Joshua snaps. She turns on him like the devil himself pointing her finger in his face.
“I don’t care if she fucked you up the ass with a broomstick, you kissed her and that’s cheating! She waited seven fucking years for you, Josh, and this is how you repay her? Shaming her in public.”
He drops his head again in shame. “It was a bad decision, I will admit.”
“Oh how big of you to admit it. You loser!” she screams.
He scowls at me and I know he wants to fight with Bridget but is holding back for my sake only. It’s not in his nature to handle someone being so aggressive toward him without snapping.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he growls.
She glares at him. “Don’t slip on the soap and break your neck, you asshole, I couldn’t handle it.” He narrows his eyes at her and comes over and runs his hand down the length of my spine and gently kisses me on the lips. It’s a powerplay, he’s showing her who’s the boss. He’s lucky she doesn’t kill him on the spot; at this point I wouldn’t put it past her. She glances around the living room and notices the suitcase.
“Why do you have a suitcase out?” Oh god, not now Bridget. Why is she so good at playing the bitch? My eyes drop to the ground—this is not the way to tell her.
“Natasha’s moving to LA with me.” My eyes snap up to him and he raises an eyebrow in defiance. I can’t believe he just said that. Bloody bastard.
“What!” she screams, “have you lost the plot Natasha? Over my dead body are you moving anywhere with this asshole.”
Joshua glares at her. “That could be arranged, Bridget. Don’t tempt me.”
“Is that a threat Stanton? Because I swear to god it will be go time if it is.” Jeez this is getting out of control.
“Bridget, honey, calm down. Joshua, get in the shower. Now!” I throw him a dirty look and he frowns at me as if not understanding what he has done wrong. He storms towards the bathroom and she pulls me into an embrace.
“Natasha please…don’t put up with this…he’s frigging brainwashed you or something. Let’s leave now. You can stay at my house.”
“Bridget, Bridget, Bridget,” I sigh as I hug her back. How do I get around this? “Bridget, I believe him and if that makes me an idiot so be it. But I can’t go against my gut instinct.” Bridget pulls back and frowns at me.
“You know you have always had a dodgy digestive tract.” I laugh out loud.
“Can you trust me, please Didge?”